Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 337 | 2011-12-10 15:37:00 | 103.50 | 95% |
| 202 | 2011-10-26 16:12:01 | 110.77 | 96% |
| 48 | 2011-10-22 09:54:11 | 108.07 | 97% |